rest the day sometimes
The restless legs lend
The Grübelei'n into words
And so the head of his
The home release boldly turn their backs
A "Farewell" and a "Until then" The
doubt shelter
deny brave forward with chest
of the familiar farewell
The trusted enjoy solitude
The desire to give space to dream And
Schwärmerei'n with wine pour
Wanderlust bells lewd
attract Quiet they henceforth
Their sound is like a distant whisper of the wind is blowing
of sadness there
The goal seems far away, almost lost
But feet do not ask "where to?"
And if we really want to continue
Are we slowly on the way, there
Photo & Text: © Simon Felix Geiger, Image: © Angela Beck, 2010
